Anastasiya was brought back to her cell still in cuffs. Her brain was trying to wrap around the past... two days? It had been only two right?
"I'm dead. I'm so dead." She mumbled to herself as she paced the length of the cell. Somebody was bound to realize she was missing soon. And then what? Whatever S.H.I.E.L.D had planned would blow up in their faces and Adrielle would win.
Her train of thought was disrupted when Natasha walked in with another set of clothes, a hairbrush, and a hair tie. "Hey," Natasha said as she set the clothes on the bed.
Anastasiya stayed quiet as she grabbed the shirt off the top of the stack before looking back at Natasha. "Fury said we're gonna pull together a plan tomorrow morning-"
"So just because I'm helping you guys take down my boss you and I are suddenly supposed to be all buddy buddy?" Anastasiya snapped looking at Natasha with her lips pursed.
"I never said that," Natasha stated cooly while shaking her head and crossing her arms.
"Well, you're sure as hell acting like it." She hissed her fingers bawling up causing the shirt she held to wrinkle.
"What happened? We used to be frien-"
"You left me for dead. You made a promise you knew you couldn't keep. You gave me hope." Anastasiya said, trying her hardest to keep her emotions at bay. In truth, if you listened close enough you could hear the tremor in her voice and see the trembling of her hands. "They locked me in a dark room for days and only fed me once a day. Just when I thought it was over they used me as an example for the younger students. I was beaten, I was electrocuted, and I was cut." She continued, taking heavy breaths between each word. "The only reason I kept going was because you told me you would get help. By the time I realized you lied... They sold me off to Adrielle. And thank God they did because their next option was HYDRA. That's what happened."
Natasha looked at her stunned. "Anya-"
"Don't. I'm only here for my own selfish reasons. I'm not here to make new friends. Deny it all you want Natalia but you and I? We're the same." Anastasiya said before gesturing to the open cell door. "Go." She mumbled before Natasha stormed away from her and out the door.
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When she woke up a metal tray had been slid into the slot to the right of the door along with a sticky note. The breakfast tray consisted of a bowl of grapes, some toast, unseasoned scrambled eggs, and what Anastasiya prayed was oatmeal.
When she got up she picked up the sticky note and read it to herself quietly. "You have 20 minutes." She mumbled before sitting down on the bed with the tray and eating. The second she was done she took the hairbrush and hair tie Natasha had brought her from the previous night and pulled her hair back before there were two knocks at the door before it was opened. The same woman with black hair from yesterday reapplied her cuffs and brought her to an elevator.
"Director's office." She said making the elevator jolt. Anastasiya turned around to look out the window of the elevator, the view was impressive but if she had to guess, she was in Washington D.C, she could tell just by the Potomac River alone.
When the elevator stopped she was forced to turn around again as the woman grabbed her upper arm and led her down a long hallway. The woman knocked when they got to the door before opening it and ushering her inside. Once in there she saw Natasha sitting next to the arrow guy who helped capture her, across from them was a man she hadn't seen yet with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and of course director Fury seeing as this was his office.
"Fedorova, you already know Agent Romanoff, but these are agents Barton, Coulson, and Hill," Fury explained gesturing to arrow guy, the new guy, and the woman with an iron grip on her upper arm. Anastasiya gave a curt nod before Hill guided her over to a chair at the table and cuffed her to it before sitting down next to Coulson.
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Shadow Cadet: Rising Shadows
FanfictionAnastasiya Fedorova had no clue what her place in the world was She lived in a constant state of fear for the majority of her life. She was a Black Widow until the age of 17 when the Red Room sold her after her graduation to a woman named Adrielle w...
